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“I fucking love you, Allison. Every goddamn inch of you.”
I love him, too. More than I could ever express in words. A tear escapes and slides down my cheek. He laughs softly, then he turns us both around and laces his fingers with mine, lifting our hands before he guides me down the aisle.
Everyone around us claps. There are some whistles and even some shouts. Hendrick practically runs beside me as we move down the aisle, only stopping when we’re outside and in front of the waiting limousine.
He helps me inside, then turns to me, cupping my cheeks again before his mouth touches mine briefly. Then he lifts his head, keeping his hands on my face as his eyes search mine.
“You’re perfect,” he exhales. “Everything about you is perfect. This is like everything and nothing I’ve ever imagined.”
Looking down at my hand, I take in the ring. It’s massive and gorgeous. Every person in the world, maybe even space, will know I’m married to him. That he’s claimed me as his bride, his woman.
“We can get a smaller one if you want,” he mutters.
Laughing, I flick my gaze from the ring to his eyes. “It’s gaudy and imperfect, but it’s everything I could have ever wanted and more,” I reply. “Who doesn’t want a massive rock?” I ask, looking up at him.
“Then you’ll keep it.”
“I’ll keep it,” I confirm softly.
Chapter
Thirty
HENDRICK
Standing at the front door of the condo, Allison beside me, I reach down, pick up my bride, then open the door and walk us inside. Over the threshold and on to a brand-new beginning, or whatever the fuck that tradition means.
I turn off the alarm and kick the door closed, locking it behind me before I reset it. Mainly because I have no fucking desire to worry about who could be coming in or out of this place while I’m fucking my bride in a bed for the first time in weeks.
Things should be settled. Nothing else should be coming at us. It seems as though we’ve got somewhat of a handle on the girls, the house, and the shit going down with the government officials there.
But it’s only a loose hold until we can tighten surveillance and shit tomorrow. And I do plan on that. Granted, I’m not sure anyone else will be going to that house, but if they do, I’ll be watching.
Always fucking watching.
Slowly letting her down to her feet, I place her beside the bed. She rests her hands on my chest as she tilts her head back, her eyes finding mine. She holds my gaze, searching it for a moment before she speaks.
“This is real,” she whispers. “All of it really happened.”
I hum at her observation. She’s not asking me a question, she’s telling me. Lowering my head, I touch my mouth to hers. “It did,” I murmur against her lips. “And more is going to happen now.”
Wrapping my arms around her, I pull her body against mine, holding her close to me as I deepen the kiss. I taste her mouth. I can’t hold back the moan from escaping my own throat. She opens her lips wider, allowing me farther inside of her, and I accept the invitation.
When she whimpers, I swallow the sound. Slowly, I break the kiss, nibbling her bottom lip as I pull away slightly to look into her eyes, searching them. I want her so fucking badly that I can’t even think straight.
“We have a lot to discuss,” I say.
“We do?”
With a hum, I nod once. “Afterward. We’ll figure out everything after.”
She needs to agree to move in with me. We need to talk about her shop, the opening, and how she’s going to handle it with a new baby. Obviously, since she’s dead, Harlow won’t be working for her any longer.
There’s a lot to discuss, but none of it has to be decided on until after we fuck. Because right now, that is the most important thing on my to-do list. Until after we consummate our marriage. Until after we’re whole again.
“It feels like it’s been a lifetime since we’ve had this,” she exhales. “I know it hasn’t been, but every time recently has been so emotional. This feels good, calm.”
“It won’t for long,” I point out with a chuckle. “You already know there is nothing calm about the way we fuck or about any part of our lives.”
